After her tits came to a stop, she bent over the hole to retrieve her ball, and for the first time I noticed how tight her ass was. You could crack wa...nuts on it! Hell, it looked now like I’d have a hard-on by the second hole.She got the ball from the cup and high-fived me. She said to her husband, “Hon, let Ben read your putt.”“Oh no,” he grumbled. He missed his putt badly.We played the next couple of holes without incident. I tried to pay attention to the old man so I wouldn’t get in trouble. "Yeah, he's pretty nice." She was brushing sand off her thigh as she remarked how sexy the guy's stomach was. I had no interest in the Frisbee guys, just the way her fingers looked brushing her leg. It brought back a memory from long ago.....a segue into a better discussion perhaps."These hot days tanning always remind me of catching Maria next door having a......um......private moment," I giggled nervously at the end.Mandy turned quickly, "Maria? Next door to your parents, Maria?" Yes, I. He's also been to the pet shop and is carrying a paper 
bag out of which he pulls a chicken. Lars then grasps the chicken by the
 legs holds it over his head and hurls himself off the cliff and disappears down and down until he hits a rock and breaks his spine.
 Once more Hans shakes his head - "First der was Sven with his budgie jumping, den Ole parrotshooting ... and now Lars is hengliding...This one is compliments of Marc the UnrulyThis is an actual piece of Graffiti.A sign in a birthing. Scanning theroom, she noticed the bathroom door was ajar. She swung the door open andwas greeted with pitch black. She searched for the light switch and turnedit on. When the lights came on, George kept his head hidden in his hands.George bit his lip trying to get control of his emotions. His eyes wereclosed, but he knew it was Ellen from the scent of her perfume. He brieflylooked up and saw Ellen was flushed and her hair was a disaster.Ellen looked down at the pathetic thing sitting on.